Catered to undo. Mistakes you have made with you. The lessons catch up with you. As I lay awake in bed at night. The thoughts of life. Pass left and right.
Stop and look around at politics. No, nothing's changed, it still remains. The same old fear, the things we hear. I've heard enough, I won't adhere. .
Lie half-alive in my hospital bed. Or to some of you that may be half-dead. I.V. machines and tubes running to my veins. Man-made life restores my withered remains.
A blast of light is emerging, a soul prepared to learn. Its classroom, our earth, enlightment it yearns. Receiving the life and knowledge it deserves.
On they slay through clouds of death. No mercy or no fear. The sound of twisting flesh. Is the last thing you will hear. Take your final breath. Your dying time is near.
I am my own self-ruler. I need not any ministry. I see our music scares you. Can't you see that.... . There's no truth in modern religion, a god we do not praise.